In the resource room Mrs. You know damn well she ain’t your Jenny no more. I’m still surprised at how mad you get. Don’t you think it’s a little late? The publican dropped me a line thought there had been foul play:
The farmer up the hill came in with his knife
He mumbled something darkly about his young wife. Well I don’t know how to tell you. But I went out the room cause I knew I’d better wait
So I went down to her dad’s bakery and she said
I’m gonna go outside take a break smoke a cigarette. And he looked down at the floor. Pray, where is she? I do up my coat, look:
The farmer stumbled past holding his gun
He mumbled something darkly about his young son. Locked him up in the store room of Mrs. Sent to look at the future-job folder-binders,
I got distracted by the graphs. Riding up on the postcoach I thrummed on my notebook. McVeigh’s Inn. About your wife, sir. Take tea up in the manor Sir Robert Grayson. Olympia and replace a Return:
But I didn’t get enough good grades. And I said Listen to you! –So I drove up to Springfield in my wife’s new car
And went and had a drink at my buddy’s old bar. Now playing I’m In My Own Little House:
Tickets, tangibles, chips and stars. Well what’d you expec’? The wind was up, I held on my hat. That you wouldn’t try to wreck your little brother’s happiness. After school I was sitting in the sitting room
Looking out at the pavers in their bright orange vests
Holding up the slow-go diamond plastic piece of wood,
And I knew that I’d never be any good
And never wear a hard-hat and do things like that,
So I joined the police force:
Damp in Dumbarton dip about the 14th of May. I wanted to be a typewriter mender when I grew up,
But things didn’t work out so. Petorsky re-enforced me:
Raisins from her zip-lock bag,
And free time after my target behavior I was positive about:
Tickets, tangibles, chips and stars. And what whould that be? No I don’t think it’s a little late. Mess with Michael’s head as some kind of revenge back at me. So I got both remotes and turned off the DVD
And said Michael is there something that you need to say to me? I had a dexadrine hyperactivity selective
Attend to relevant
Information tempo taken in told to
Mechanism coping concept
Put my head down crumple my paper. And after that rustic imposition I took a deposition
I shared a Woodpecker cider with a local fratricider
Who told me all this stuff and more:
Well I rode up to Springfield on my motorcycle
And I’s gonna stay with my younger brother Michael. I had a dexadrine hyperactivity selective
Attend to relevant
Information tempo taken in told to
Mechanism coping concept
Put my head down crumple my paper. Mom’s oxycontoins and the Amstel Light
But I noticed I was doing most of the talking that night. My Jenny? What about her? You can tell me any
Thing that you want ‘cept I started seeing Jenny:
I started seeing Jenny. Nowhere you’ll see. My uncle Peter had the Parthenon Business Machine Remediation outfit,
And right there, on the shop floor,
Hundreds of electric-selectrics, all messed up:
But I didn’t get enough good grades. I know what you’re trying to do. Sleep
Late in the morning, climb up Mt. And I said Get her on the phone. The farmer through the window came in with his sword;
He mumbled out of breath Forgive me m’lord.